10 Monday Feb 2014
Posted in Love, My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
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affection, dorindaduclos.com, heart, hug, love, Night Owl Poetry, passion, poems, poetry, Valentine's Day
A simple gesture
A show of affection
Turns to more
As two hearts
Come dangerously close
And lock, forever together
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28 Tuesday Jan 2014
Posted in Life, Love, Memories, My Thoughts
A gentle soul
Never thinking of himself
Always caring for the ones
Who couldn’t care for themselves
A gentle soul
A funny man
Who made us laugh
Even in our darkest hours
A gentle soul
Taken from us too soon
Needed for a higher purpose
Yet even in death
He lives on in others
A gentle soul named Gino
1/28/53 – 10/13/03
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25 Saturday Jan 2014
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carefree, Children, daddy, days gone by, dorindaduclos.com, family, life, little girl, memories, playground, poems, poetry, swings
Who is she
Hair blowing in the breeze
As she soars
Carefree and peaceful
Unafraid of the day
Higher, daddy, higher
She squeals
As a gentle push
Sends her flying
And the swing sways
With the gentle rhythm
Of the wind
Who is she
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21 Tuesday Jan 2014
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dorindaduclos.com, dreams, love, moonlight, Night Owl Poetry, poems, poetry, sunlight, tomorrow, wildflowers, yesterday
Come lie with me
Among the wildflowers
Fragrant with the promise
Of mornings first light
Come lie with me
As sunlight dances upon us
Under skies of blue
And faceless clouds
Come lie with me
Amidst the moonlit shadows
Gently caressing the night
A fantasy of stars
Dancing in the heavens
Come lie with me
And dream
Of yesterdays and wildflowers
Of sunlight and clouds
Of moonlight and stars
And tomorrows yet to come
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20 Monday Jan 2014
Posted in Love, Memories, My Thoughts, Poems, Poetry
Tags
alzheimers, man, memories, Night Owl Poetry, old age, poems, poetry, woman
An old man rocks gently
Lost in his thoughts
In his own little world
An old woman sits next to him
Rocking gently in time
Her hand on his
Lost in her thoughts
In her own little world
They startle
And stare at each other
Wondering who it is
Staring back
They smile
For a mere second the memory is there
And they rock, hand in hand
In their own little world
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